Klaus.

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August 28th, Tuesday, 1864.
Dear diary, I'm Klaus Mikaelson ( wow never thought I'd ever say those words). People usually see me as a raging bloody bastard who couldn't give a damn about anyone about my family. For a while I thought that was true. Until recently I decided to come back to mystic falls, my home. I was roaming the graveyard because what hybrid wouldn't want to roam the graveyard when I saw a girl sitting in front of graves that all had the same last name, "grace". There was something intriguing about her, intriguing enough for me to write about. The thing was I could sense she was human and for once I actually valued that, she was still innocent yet strong, and I admired her beauty.

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